Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.